My favorite poet
My favorite poet is not Claude Monet but Van Gogh;
Even though Monet is my second best, Van Gogh is at top because he had lived with intensity,
With all he had and all he didn’t have.
I love his passion, his emotion, his pain, his joy, his agony, his ecstasy, his eloquence, composing
The greatest poems which painted with vivid-est colors of human life with all struggles, endurance, fragilities, and pains.
After all, a poem is at best described as a painting done on words and thoughts.
We need all colors, all blends, all details, all sketches, to magnify a human life,
Which is so precious to the Lord, as Van Gogh’s to me.
Oh sweet Van Gogh, suffering Van Gogh, I always love to meet you, to walk with you, to ease your pains;
I often wonder of you walking the street at night, hungry, empty, lonely, neglected.
The music is so turbulent I am listening to at this moment,
Best used to describe how you lived
A life of an artist who had lived for his art, who then died for his art,
A life was worth to live
For your life could be condensed into one single masterpiece,
That no one did once understand or appreciate,
The more-than-worthwhile life which now is admired by many forever and forever,
I included.
Are we all homeless here on this earth for our true home is in heaven with God. My homeless friend came faithfully to bible study that I lead at our church. He is homeless but he is a member of our community, and he is close to my heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is just a temporary home.someday e will go home to stay. good read